"We have a couple hours." And she doesn't especially want to see Ellie's face if they come back with nothing to show for their time wasted, so she points out the dead end of a street coming into view up the hill as they walk, some old cul-de-sac heralding the start of an old neighbourhood.

"There's always something," she says, reassurance for them both, "Just- depends on how desperate you are. Shoes for example," considering the sad little boot Clarisse just chucked aside, "We had this running joke back at the stadium that you could only pick two things about shoes you find: they fit you, they aren't completely ruined and disgusting, they're practical."